Month January 2025

We Swipe, We Scroll

A woman looking at her mobile phone at night with city lights blurred in the background.

Poet Details We swipe, we scroll,We rot , we holdThe source of all thatIs right and wrong.. Often we seeSeldom we check,If what seenIs what is correct,If what is shownCan apply to all,If what you’re toldIs for you or not.…